An Impression Received From A Symphony

There was a day, when I, if that was I,         Surrendered lay beneath a burning sky,         Where overhead the azure ached with heat,         And many red fierce poppies splashed the wheat;         Motion was dead, and silence was complete,         And stains of red fierce poppies splashed the wheat,         And as I lay upon a scent-warm bank,         I fell away, slipped back from earth, and sank,         I lost the place of sky and field and tree,         One covering face obscured the world for me,         And for an hour I knew eternity,         For one fixed face suspended Time for me.         O had those eyes in that extreme of bliss         Shed one more wise and culminating kiss,         My end had come, nor had I lived to quail,         Frightened and dumb as things must do that fail,         And in this last black devil-mocking gale,         Battered and dumb to fight the dark and fail.